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steering wheel when he thought about his poor mother.   He had to protect her and he would do whatever it took to do just that.  He loved her and he knew she would only shoot a man out of fear, but never to kill.  So, his first point of business would be to find out what Herby Laughterdale had tried to do to his mother.
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    Ramsey sensed Talmus' hostility the minute she saw him.  He walked through the emergency room doors in his white T-shirt and gray sweats with a frown and a question on his handsome face.  
    "Ramsey, why you still up here when momma in jail?"
    "I have to make sure dad is okay.  He may die and if he dies momma is going to be in a lot of trouble." 
    "Dad?" he said unbelievingly.  "You calling this man 'dad?'"
    "Talmus, I don't have time to explain everything, but I know him and I know that there has been a horrible mistake.  Did you know that he and momma are still married and his name is on the deed to momma's house?" 
    "That's a lie!" Talmus said. "I don't know what he been telling you, but you need to be careful about what you believe." 
    "He didn't tell me this.  The detective that was here told me.  He has already found enough information to make it look like momma had reason to kill dad.  Please just go to the bail bondsman and get her out.  Bring her right up here so I can talk to her.  Do you need any money?"
    Talmus cringed at the question.  Ramsey and his mom had no idea that he was financially stable.  They didn't know that he had more than one home and that he was a financial wizard.  He knew how to make money and he knew how to keep it.  He'd let them think what they wanted to think of him, because he hadn't wanted their interference.  They were a dysfunctional family despite and in spite of all of Pam's posing and posturing.   So, he smiled and waited on Ramsey as she pulled out a debit card and gave him the pin number.  He laughed when she threatened to cut his knees off if he didn't bring her a receipt.   
    Ramsey watched as Talmus headed towards the emergency room doors.  She frowned when he stopped and seemed to be staring into the glass door.  Just as he slowly turned back to face her she felt a hand wrap around her forearm.  She turned to look up into Jackson's face. 
    "Ramsey, I heard what happened.  Do you need me to do anything?" 
    "What?  How did you find out so quickly?" she asked confused.  
    "I don't want to get anybody in trouble.  You know this is the south.  People talk," he said calmly. 
    "I know I'm seeing things," Talmus said loudly.  He came and stood toe to toe with Jackson.  "Get your hands off my sister.  I haven't forgotten your black face.  I'm big enough to beat your #@! now."  
    Ramsey watched in horror as Talmus balled up his fist and punched Jackson in the face.  It was nothing like in the movies.  There was a flat-sounding wet thud and blood gushed from Jackson's nose and spattered his clothes and hers.  
    "Stop it!" she screamed.  "Talmus, get out of here!  Go do what you're supposed to be doing.  Don't be stupid!"
    It was too late.  Both men were under an extreme amount of pressure and dealing with unusual frustrations.  A full fight broke out right before her eyes and Ramsey watched helplessly as the admissions clerk called security and both Jackson and Talmus were hauled off with their hands cuffed behind their backs.  Now she had a father fighting for his life on the operating table and three people to bail out of jail.  

CHAPTER 9
    By the time Ramsey got to the police station, a couple of hours had passed.  It was two-thirty in the morning and she was exhausted, but happy.  The gunshot wound wasn't nearly as bad as it seemed. It was still critical in that the bullet had passed through his chest and out his back, but no vital organs or major vessels had been hit.  Herby was in the habit of taking an aspirin a day and therefore, bled easily, which explained the blood loss.  They were giving him fluids and